It seemed appropriate to post this, since my visit included a stop at the New Orleans Historic Voodoo Museum. It was kitschy little hole-in-the-wall place and well worth the paltry admission fee. My favorite part-- the over-tanned, leather-skinned woman who asked the owner if the voodoo item she wanted to buy would only work for the person buying it. She wanted to give it to a friend, and she wanted to make sure it would still work. The owner assured her it would work just fine.
Um, yeah...
